( is it not already frickin' terrible though? the blade's double edged, she gets herself just as often.
"at this time" though, jade? dangerous words, a brighter mind might — and likely will — pick up on the fact that all she needs is a pair of sunglasses from sundries, the man's good will and trust, and the right motivational speech for that to be a possible reality.
or not even that much, just the idea, a knife, and a few drops of her own blood...
BUT! for now. )
uuuuuugh.
( for now she just hates that he's right. and while clarke's starting to see the social cues to leave him alone: )
I'm already ina bed. well, a couch. ( palamedes had deposited her there some time ago. and you know what she'd forgotten to ask him before he left — )
what color do you think your soul is?
red, like your eyes? They don't have to match, I don't think. mine's probably red, like rust or dried blood, or all consuming fire.
[True, it really is already terrible, which certainly bodes well for how much more terrible it could potentially get in the future...
That aside, though. Yes all that aside now. (Good will and trust may...be attainable. But that had best be quite the motivational speech indeed--)]
You know, you never did answer whether wickedness would darken the color. I suppose we're using rather arbitrary metrics all around here, though. And if wickedness is a factor, why, my soul might very well be dark as pitch!
[Is he joking? Is he serious?? More mysteries for text correspondence to shoulder....
There's certainly a rather concerningly drawn pause after that, too. As if Jade has given up on dropping social cues to end the conversation at this point, and has simply taken on the initiative for himself. .......But then:]
Or perhaps gray, setting subjective character aside. [...] There is a certain color that clouds take on, on a morning before it snows. Have you seen such a thing before?
( more mysterious correspondence to address right the heck now you mean because in that lull she's squinting, typing, thinking... and what follows is: )
I dont think you're all that wicked. even if you were, human beings contain multitudes you wanna do better, then do better. I was going to guess seafoam green. like your uniform if it wasn'tt awful.
But grey sounds nice. i've never even seen snow, Jade. enough normal storm clouds though, are they all that different?
[...What an insightful thing to say, even in this sort of state. She certainly boils down the most complex aspect of it all in the simplest terms. You wanna do better, then do better.
He's been trying.]
Hmmm, it's a little surprising you don't think that. Then again, I still occasionally forget that my reputation no longer precedes me here.
[And no, he's not going to elaborate on that either! Instead--]
Snow clouds can be somewhat different from storm clouds, yes. The energy that precedes the approach of the front is different...less heavy, more still. If it's morning, clouds bearing snow are less dark or rounded, more of a flat slate. You look out the window and you know the day will be a very quiet one; snow tends to consume sound quite readily. [...] My hometown was in a very cold northern region. It's winter there year-round. I don't know if I'd recommend the experience, but perhaps we may yet see snow at some point on this ship too.
[During an excursion, perhaps. If it isn't one full of death, hopefully. ...But anyway--]
That aside, though, seafoam green is also quite alright 🌊! In fact, let's just settle on that, much less complicated.
I'd apologize for my uniform being awful, but I will not, because I did not design it. Still, your complaints are duly noted all the same.
( jade paints a gorgeous picture, even if clarke's struggling to fully take in every word she can practically feel the suffocating, comforting silence of snow. so many things on earth had turned out wretched and ugly and bloody, and in the end it'd all burnt — but between tragedy and travesty, it'd been a beautiful planet. she had buried wants of seeing more of it, but they have a habit of pounding on their coffins when the subject is brought up. )
that sounds so pretty. I wish I could see it.
( then, because she's high and a mess: )
i would destroy you in a snowball fight, seafoam ⛄⛄⛄
[It was..."pretty", yes. Looking back. Hard to build such appreciation for something you've dealt with all your childhood; he wasn't exaggerating, where Keterburg's concerned, constantly snowy town that it is. But in the time spent away from it since--and especially here, and now, with the weight of the knowledge that he'll likely never see Keterburg again in this current existence--he can observe it in his mind's eye...and agree, on the beauty there.
Oh, not aloud though. That would be sappy. Especially when Clarke just so happens to be throwing down a gauntlet like that, so very conveniently!]
Oho, you think so? That you'd stand a chance against me, undisputed snowball-fight champion of my hometown before I left?
I've knowledge of forbidden snowball artes that you've never even dreamed of ☃️🙂 But perhaps I could be persuaded to pass them down, if you ever prove yourself worthy!
( that's familiar. people often disparage the places they were born. whenever someone asks clarke what space was like, there's an inevitable beat of silence in trying to remember something not shitty — but even now she craves the safety and ease of childhood, and the distant view of all earth's luminous colors filtering through darkness and eclipsing stars.
but there's absolutely no time to dwell on that anymore, because war has been declared and jade's talking mad shit. you know what supercedes fuzzy happy warm tingly highs? a fierce competitive streak. the same that saw her kicking natsuno off racing bikes and affectionately drowning pal at sea. )
ooooh I bet you were great when you were young. but times change and it's well beyond when you should pass the torch.
when i roll you up like a snowman an you're old arthritic joints cry mercy, you'll know whatworthy looks like 🙃🙃🙃
Goodness, no need to drag the poor joints of the elderly into all this! Such a cheap blow to level at a frail old man, don't you think? 😢😢
[Look, it's just funnier when you outright embrace it.....but oh, he certainly does see that competitive streak. This is amusing as well, in its own way. Nearly has Jade hoping they might yet embark on a snowy excursion one of these days after all...
Nearly.
But for now...]
You'd best start thinking on what tactics you'll employ as you get yourself to sleep, here. Never too early to plan these things, after all!
Goodnight to you, Clarke.
[As direct as a gentle nudge can be, really, because the fact still remains that this correspondence needs to cut off at some sort of pass here. If she doesn't rest soon she really is going to regret whatever substance-related decision she's made today all the more in the next morning, and he's trying not to be wholly responsible for that...]
( THIS time at least, the social nicety net snags clarke's attention and, mulling it over, she finds that she's pretty tired and could definitely sleep. she is already a-couch, nestled under blankets and holding a squishmallow under her arm. pal had tucked her in, read horny poetry then boring poetry, and this is just a late night wakeup that spawned a few thoughts that couldn't go unanswered.
but yeah, she could snooze. and decidedly will. )
night Night, jade you dream of snow and snowball fights when you sleep too.
( then her phone gets perched on the nearby coffee table and clarke rolls on her side. time to sleep and, in a few hours, regret literally everything she'd ever texted. )
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"at this time" though, jade? dangerous words, a brighter mind might — and likely will — pick up on the fact that all she needs is a pair of sunglasses from sundries, the man's good will and trust, and the right motivational speech for that to be a possible reality.
or not even that much, just the idea, a knife, and a few drops of her own blood...
BUT! for now. )
uuuuuugh.
( for now she just hates that he's right. and while clarke's starting to see the social cues to leave him alone: )
I'm already ina bed. well, a couch. ( palamedes had deposited her there some time ago. and you know what she'd forgotten to ask him before he left — )
what color do you think your soul is?
red, like your eyes? They don't have to match, I don't think. mine's probably red, like rust or dried blood, or all consuming fire.
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That aside, though. Yes all that aside now. (Good will and trust may...be attainable. But that had best be quite the motivational speech indeed--)]
You know, you never did answer whether wickedness would darken the color. I suppose we're using rather arbitrary metrics all around here, though. And if wickedness is a factor, why, my soul might very well be dark as pitch!
[Is he joking? Is he serious?? More mysteries for text correspondence to shoulder....
There's certainly a rather concerningly drawn pause after that, too. As if Jade has given up on dropping social cues to end the conversation at this point, and has simply taken on the initiative for himself. .......But then:]
Or perhaps gray, setting subjective character aside. [...] There is a certain color that clouds take on, on a morning before it snows. Have you seen such a thing before?
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I dont think you're all that wicked. even if you were, human beings contain multitudes
you wanna do better, then do better. I was going to guess seafoam green. like your uniform if it wasn'tt awful.
But grey sounds nice. i've never even seen snow, Jade. enough normal storm clouds though, are they all that different?
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He's been trying.]
Hmmm, it's a little surprising you don't think that. Then again, I still occasionally forget that my reputation no longer precedes me here.
[And no, he's not going to elaborate on that either! Instead--]
Snow clouds can be somewhat different from storm clouds, yes. The energy that precedes the approach of the front is different...less heavy, more still. If it's morning, clouds bearing snow are less dark or rounded, more of a flat slate. You look out the window and you know the day will be a very quiet one; snow tends to consume sound quite readily. [...] My hometown was in a very cold northern region. It's winter there year-round. I don't know if I'd recommend the experience, but perhaps we may yet see snow at some point on this ship too.
[During an excursion, perhaps. If it isn't one full of death, hopefully. ...But anyway--]
That aside, though, seafoam green is also quite alright 🌊! In fact, let's just settle on that, much less complicated.
I'd apologize for my uniform being awful, but I will not, because I did not design it. Still, your complaints are duly noted all the same.
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that sounds so pretty. I wish I could see it.
( then, because she's high and a mess: )
i would destroy you in a snowball fight, seafoam ⛄⛄⛄
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Oh, not aloud though. That would be sappy. Especially when Clarke just so happens to be throwing down a gauntlet like that, so very conveniently!]
Oho, you think so? That you'd stand a chance against me, undisputed snowball-fight champion of my hometown before I left?
I've knowledge of forbidden snowball artes that you've never even dreamed of ☃️🙂 But perhaps I could be persuaded to pass them down, if you ever prove yourself worthy!
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but there's absolutely no time to dwell on that anymore, because war has been declared and jade's talking mad shit. you know what supercedes fuzzy happy warm tingly highs? a fierce competitive streak. the same that saw her kicking natsuno off racing bikes and affectionately drowning pal at sea. )
ooooh I bet you were great when you were young. but times change and it's well beyond when you should pass the torch.
when i roll you up like a snowman an you're old arthritic joints cry mercy, you'll know whatworthy looks like 🙃🙃🙃
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[Look, it's just funnier when you outright embrace it.....but oh, he certainly does see that competitive streak. This is amusing as well, in its own way. Nearly has Jade hoping they might yet embark on a snowy excursion one of these days after all...
Nearly.
But for now...]
You'd best start thinking on what tactics you'll employ as you get yourself to sleep, here. Never too early to plan these things, after all!
Goodnight to you, Clarke.
[As direct as a gentle nudge can be, really, because the fact still remains that this correspondence needs to cut off at some sort of pass here. If she doesn't rest soon she really is going to regret whatever substance-related decision she's made today all the more in the next morning, and he's trying not to be wholly responsible for that...]
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but yeah, she could snooze. and decidedly will. )
night Night, jade
you dream of snow and snowball fights when you sleep too.
( then her phone gets perched on the nearby coffee table and clarke rolls on her side. time to sleep and, in a few hours, regret literally everything she'd ever texted. )